Editor's note: “Did you hear that?” I asked... Those were the words area second-, third- and fourth-graders were asked to use to start a ghost story of their own design. These stories came from Florence Sawyer School, in Bolton, grade 2. Enjoy.
... There was thunder outside, it was scaring me! I fell asleep, but woke back up in the middle of the night. The thunder was still there. Then I noticed it wasn’t thunder, it was someone knocking on my door. They said my name in a spooky voice. . .“Caaaaammmmddeeeeen.” Then the voice stopped. The door started to open. It was just my mom! It was my mom the whole time!
... A low growl came from a nearby bush. I crept closer. I slowly moved the branches, as I did in the bush was a dragon. Actually three! One water, one grass and one fire; all legendary elements. I ran and they chased me. The end ... or maybe not. Don't laugh.
... my brother. We heard some weird sounds from the graves. I told him, “Don’t worry, it is just the rushing wind through the gravestones.”
It was a dark and spooky night and we should not have been in a graveyard. I felt something behind me. I slowly turned around, scared about falling into one of the graves opening around us.